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"welcome."

Hearing the doorbell, Toru Amuro raised his head, and his hands paused after seeing the visitor clearly.

"Two customers, I am very sorry. We cannot carry controlled knives in our store."

Not to mention the combination of these two people is already strange and conspicuous enough, this outfit is really too suspicious.

"Eh? Ah, this..."

Tanjiro glanced down, his hand still resting lightly on the hilt of the knife.

"Wow!"

As if he had been scalded, he quickly let go of the knife and took it off, but he got into a problem again.

Throwing is definitely not to be thrown away, and Tanjirou is not at ease if it is stored elsewhere.

But it would be too disappointing to give up and leave for this reason.

He frowned in distress, the knife in his hand suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it was not right for him to hold it or put it down.He had no choice but to turn his head and look at the conjurer who was leisurely standing beside him as if asking for help.

"It's not true." Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and spoke nonsense through the blindfold.

"It's just a prop for cosplay."

"But you don't usually come out with such makeup." He pointed to the ghost lines on Tanjirou's face, as well as those obviously too weird ghost pupils, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear any panic at all.

Wutiao's enlightened mind is calm and calm, as steady as an old dog.

If he didn't know his true situation, Tanjiro probably would have been deceived by Gojo Satoru.

"So it is."

Tanjiro didn't know if the black-skinned, blond-haired clerk believed it or not. Tanjiro just let out a long sigh of relief, and a cold sweat broke out from behind his back.

Perhaps after becoming a ghost, not only are the five senses more sensitive, but Tanjiro can also easily detect the eyes of others, whether inadvertently or curiously, falling on him.

The clerk looked at him with a scrutinizing look, as if he wanted to expose his clumsy lies. Although he couldn't say how disgusted he was, he was still quite frightened because Tanjiro was too guilty.

Fortunately, Wu Tiaowu's nonsense is very capable, and he has no falsehood at all, and successfully helped him to deceive him.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Gojo? Long time no see."

Hearing the movement, Azusa Enomoto poked her head out from the back kitchen, and her eyes lit up.

"Miss Zi, do you know this guest?"

Toru Amuro watched the two greet each other familiarly, and was rather curious.

"Well, Mr. Gojo was a regular visitor here before."

Azusa Enomoto nodded.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Wujo, why are you free today?"

"I just happened to accompany the students to participate in nearby activities, and then I brought the child over to have a look."

Gojo Satoru shifted his body slightly, and blocked Toru Amuro's eyes on Tanjirou without any trace.

"Hmm... Did Ms. Zi reserve my previous seat for me?"

"Of course!" Azusa Enomoto nodded, "Is it still the same things you used to order?"

"Hmm..." Gojo Gojo turned his head and asked Tanjirou, "Is there anything Tanjirou wants to eat?"

"Eh?" Tanjiro was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands, blushing.

"I don't know much about these things, it's fine for Teacher Wutiao to decide."

"Sorry, sorry, the teacher forgot about your situation again."

Gojo Satoru tapped his head, perhaps because the atmosphere between the two of them was so good, he always tended to forget the fact that this child did not adapt to modern society at all.

"Then leave it to me!"

Gojo Satoru compares thumbs.

"Teacher, my taste is quite good."

"Enjoy it."

"Your meal."

Holding the tray in his arms, Toru Amuro thought for a while, and with the thought of caring for the people, he thought it would be better to remind this man.

"Although this may be a bit nosy, it's better to pay attention to your sugar intake."

Toru Amuro has seen many girls who like desserts, but this is the first time he has seen someone who is 1.9 meters tall and still likes sweets so much - of course everyone has their own preferences, and he will not interfere.

But there is no way, this man with white hair and blindfold is too sweet.Even if he was just holding a tray, Toru Amuro couldn't help frowning because of the overly sweet taste of the dessert, not to mention how much sugar was added in it.

"no problem, no problem."

Gojo Satoru pushed several desserts that were specially made without added sugar to Tanjiro, "Tanjiro try this quickly, I strongly recommend it."

Toru Amuro still didn't give up, "Looks like you two are teachers and students?"

He couldn't be blamed. As a detective, his nerves were extremely excited when he touched the two of them, and he kept clamoring for him to observe the two of them carefully.

The boy with heavy makeup on his face is easy to talk, but the man with him should be quite difficult to deal with.

"Of course." Gojo Satoru had already started eating.

"You seem to have a new customer." He gestured behind him, just as the store door was pushed open at this moment.

— so don't just focus on them.

"..." Toru Amuro was silent for a moment, struggling between the curiosity of the detective and the conscientiousness of the worker.

In the end, the responsibility to beat the workers prevailed.

He bowed slightly, "Then, please use it slowly."

When the person left, Tanjiro took a deep breath as if he had finally relaxed.

"The teacher seems to really like these pastries."

He poked the fluffy cake a few times with a fork awkwardly.

The appearance of the cake has to be said to be very good. The sweet and delicious cream is evenly spread on the cake base. Although the fragrance of the cream is strong, it does not completely cover the scent of the cake base egg.

The patterns decorated with chocolate are layered on top of each other to push out complicated patterns.The crystal clear fruit is slightly sunken, just right in the center of the cake.

Tanjiro scooped up a spoon lightly like Gojo Satoru.The fluffy cake rubs between the lips and teeth, and the sticky cream sticks to the teeth, bringing a cool feeling.

"Well—because desserts can make people feel happy."

Gojo Satoru moved quickly, and almost finished a piece of tiramisu in the blink of an eye.

"When you're stressed out, eating dessert is the best way to unwind."

"What's the matter, do you not like the smell of this store?"

He pointed to the corner of his mouth, beckoning to Tanjiro.

"Corner of the mouth. There's cream on it."

"Ah!" Tanjiro quickly raised his hand to wipe.

"Why does Tanjirou think I like these things?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Tanjiro put down the knife and fork, frowned and thought for a long time, as if struggling with how to explain.

"I'm just guessing." He scratched his face embarrassingly, "because I can always smell the sweet, pastry-like smell from the teacher."

"So I was thinking, is it because the teacher likes these things very much, so it smells like this when he is happy?"

Wujo nodded in understanding.

"It's really useful to have a sensitive nose." He said with emotion.

"So you don't want to eat anymore?" Holding a fork, Gojo Gojo ordered some of Tanjirou's barely touched dinner plate, seeming a bit puzzled.

"You don't like sweet things?"

"Ah, no!" Tanjiro hurriedly explained for fear that the man might misunderstand.

“The food in this store is delicious!”

Gojo Satoru tilted his face and looked at him without saying a word.

"..."

Tanjiro lowered his head and unconsciously poked the cake with his fork.

The porcelain white spoon lightly touched the plate, making a slight sound.Tanjiro dragged his face, the warm yellow light reflected in those eyes, which were as bright as jewels, and a soft light like water surged out.

He pursed his lips tightly, the cake under his hands must be full of color, fragrance and taste, making people greedy.

However, for him, it couldn't stir up any appetite.

"Sorry..." Tanjirou whispered.

"In fact, I can't taste these flavors."

Not a loss of taste.When the cake entered his mouth, he clearly told him that it should be sweet, but the final taste was as bland as plain water.

No matter what kind of food it is, if there is no way to fully taste the taste, it is just tasteless.

"But," Gojo Gojo just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Tanjirou before he could speak.

The evil ghost raised his head, with a gentle smile on his face, "Although I can't taste the cake, I know it must be very delicious."

"Because I smell the happy smell of Wutiao teacher, like honey."

"I think this should be the taste of cake?"

Gojo Satoru held up the fork, as if stunned, his eyes fell firmly on Tanjirou through the blindfold.

"What's wrong?" Tanjiro still looked a little uncomfortable even though he was separated by a blindfold.

He tilted his head, and the flower earrings on his ears shook slightly, "Is it right?"

It took a long time—Gojo Satoru didn't know how long it took before he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, with a rather helpless tone.

"I said Tanjirou." He said softly.

"You are just a child now, so there is no need to be so sensible?"

"Sometimes, let's be a little willful."

"Huh? Conan-kun?"

The doorbell rang again, and the movement at the door also caught the attention of the two of them.

The ones who came in were just the most common high school students, uncles with unshaven beards who looked unspirited, and boys who looked like elementary school students.

The three people who looked like a family seemed to be familiar with the clerk of this store. The blond clerk seemed to be still playing with the little boy wearing glasses. The voices of the four people talking were blended into the soft music of the coffee shop.

Gojo Satoru just glanced at the boy wearing glasses, then turned his head disinterestedly, and continued to fight with the dessert in front of him.

He was also not polite, since Tanjiro said he would not eat it, with an attitude of not wasting, Gojo Satoru directly moved the cake in front of Tanjiro to his front.

It's not that sweet, but it's not unacceptable either.

"Ah, Gojo-sensei, wait..."

Just as Tanjiro stretched out his hand to stop it, Gojo Satoru had already ate most of the cake in one gulp.

That's what he ate...

"Wasting food is not what a good boy should do."

Gojo Gosha explained to Tanjiro.

In his head, he always felt that something was not quite right, but no matter how hard Tanjirou held his head and pondered, he couldn't figure out what it was that made him feel strange.

He sighed resignedly, and simply didn't worry about it anymore.

So Tanjiro looked up, and his eyes met the boy who was looking around.

The boy's expression became surprised at a speed visible to the naked eye, so frightened that Tanjiro almost left the stool and took several steps back.

What, what's wrong?

Is there anything strange about him? !